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So you travel around this country you're looking for your holy ghostAnd what you're going to find is it somewhere you like to hideSo you'll run around your eagle you'll run around your gold coastYou know you got the time because this prison is our own designSo you're thinking of your future your thinking of some old pastAnd it is your time to shine so what you gonna go and leave behind?And there is no one to be in with and there is nothing left downstairsAnd when you feel despair what is your method to get out of there?So where you from son? And are you a troubled oneAnd if so come under my wingAnd what is your story? and is it glory or hate?Because that is the only way I thinkSo you run around this earth top you run around your head mouthAnd what you want to find is piece of mind of which you can't describeAnd is definitely something and definitely somewhereYou know the signs are thereCall it a fable or just be unfairSo where are you from girl? And will you paint my world?And if so come under my wingAnd what is your story? And is it glory or hate?Because that is the only way I think From Letras Mania